Saint Grin trembled from head to toe.
Leo's murderous Nen Pressure bore down precisely on Saint Grin, leaving the surrounding crowd untouched.
Saint Grin froze in place, his feet seemingly nailed to the plaza's stone pavement.
An invisible force gripped his throat. Pressure closed in from every direction like walls, leaving him unable to move.
His bones creaked from head to toe. His knuckles, wrists, elbows, and shoulder blades all cracked under the invisible pressure.
His face flushed with pain. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, ran over his cheekbones and chin, and darkened the red fabric of his suit collar.
He could barely breathe. A pained groan escaped his throat.
"Ugh..."
His knees began to buckle. The terrifying pressure was forcing him to the ground.
He had never felt power so overwhelming.
Even Rocks, back in the day, had fallen far short.
Rocks had been strong, but he had only wounded him with a single Conqueror's Haki Coating slash, leaving him badly injured.
Many people watched from a distance, but none dared approach.
With Leo there, they could only watch the fight from afar.
Some stood on rooftops. Others crowded behind windows in distant buildings, while still others crouched behind stone pillars at the edge of the plaza, watching the shifting battlefield from every angle.
"More people showed up! Looks like they're fighting!"
"There's a monster that looks like a spider. Is he a Zoan Devil Fruit user?"
"They've got guts, picking a fight on that devil's turf! You have to admire the courage!"
The onlookers didn't recognize the Five Elder or Saint Grin, which was why they spoke so freely. If they had known who those two were, they would probably have fled the Gran Tesoro faster than they had ever run in their lives.
On these seas,